I am on the beach, abandoned, raped, torn in my heart that thought that you, the one who showed your passion ending on my face, will stay with me but you left .. the squirrels I watch enjoy each other without to care that they look at them, they are happy and offer themselves to each other .. should I be happy that they are on the shore and not in the orgy on the ship with torn sails .. or to be sorry that I am not there to feel so many phalluses that now delight the women left on the ship? The hard question, a real dilemma - should I continue the escape or give myself to all the sailors? And if I go, who guarantees the illusory freedom of now that it does not become another mast-torn canvas? So raped, empty of feelings, I want to feel the masculine power again, maybe it will erase the memory of the lover who did nothing but use me as a thing - taken, used and thrown ashore .. I look at the squirrels again .. they are happy, they find each other, they love each other, they multiply and they have the freedom to do anything, the world of the orchard is all theirs, jumping from one tree to another, from one walnut to another .. then I can jump like them but from one man to another .. of course, I have to get back on the ship that is seen at sea, there I will be happy like squirrels, I will not suffer for anyone and from nothing, I will have all men even though they think I am theirs .. nuuu, they are mine! The wreck on the shore can help me .. the sea is still swelling and will decompose it .. with the ebb I will see the biggest piece and I will float with it back .. I do not have to wait long .. a crack is heard and a the piece falls into the sea, carried away by the current as I wish .. It tears my pain but I catch it .. I will be strong again through what I have to do now .. I get back on board .. my rapist finds out that he drowned .. too much drink took him to the bottom of the sea .. one less bastard but maybe it's better .. the women around me, full of the sailors' cum are tired, the sailors look at me as if I were now the only woman on the ship .. dozens of hands I touch, I want, I shoot but I want to be a squirrel on the boat .. I take a sailor and kiss him .. both for him .. the phallus of another is in my mouth .. I take it in my mouth and feel his satisfaction .. but the hazelnut is consumed again .. another hand that touches me attracts my attention .. a phallus too generous not to take advantage of it… I let myself in and moan with satisfaction, he moans pleasure, my movements accelerate his well-being, everything is my rule, I decide even if they are many, I am the only one attractive now..the one who possesses me knows how to do it, I know how to take my orgasms… and ends up in me .. I look around again .. the vulva is flooded, in my mouth I felt the satisfaction .. it would be good a tongue now .. another hazelnut, another taste .. so I make the next sailor come between my legs to he gives me tongues .. yes, it's the other person's cum but I don't care .. it's my pleasure to do what I want, without anyone forcing me, without asking imperatively, without anything other than the pleasure to put a bandage over the pain of rape .. and I feel his tongue possessing me, cleansing me, adoring me, total ecstasy and countless orgasms… the hands of others continue to adore my body because I allow them .. a gesture and the fun would be ready .. i- I would leave the women already fed up with the ship. They are lucky with me, they know her and they adore me, I know her and I play with them for my growing pleasure .. the captain of the ship also appeared .. I took his demonstration cap and put him on my head .. he wants to touch me too .. because he allowed the bastard to have me and feel the suffering, I will give him the pleasure of my feet… lick them one by one .. when he licks the one on the left the right sole it's on her head and vice versa .. I'm the real captain now .. I healed the pain through the squirrel model .. I gave myself to everyone but I felt the intense pleasure of the fact that they all did what I wanted, they were my nuts. the torn canvas of the mast of my soul can be lifted from now on, I have become strong again, the strongest, I have all this ship although everyone thinks I am THEIR PRISONER .. wrong, THEY ARE MY PRISONERS!… Women circle around me, they they are my guard, they are my family, I feel them sisters of suffering. The men retreat and look at us. I get up and hit the captain in the thigh, he doesn't deserve any consideration. The women follow my example .. the captain is hit and humiliated there on the deck .. crumpled with pain he regrets the gestures made in the days when they humiliated us .. the captain, the rapist and others we did not see now .. they will be drunk in the cabins .. the men on the deck show a neutral attitude, do not defend the captain and do not encourage us either .. The sisters took courage .. make a circle around the captain and pee on him… one can not refrain. and they slipped the rest on his leg .. then they walked away and came back around me .. seeing their desire to be free we took their foot, lifted him and kissed him .. ten rewarded women each so .. they felt even more strong respected by me, adored for courage, they dared more .. every sister came in front of me .. she opened to see her clitoris well and I kissed them with immense pleasure .. then they kissed each other, touching one another with immeasurable voluptuousness .. made a gesture to the men to the captain and they understood .. a shout was heard suddenly and the captain flew overboard .. it sounded like a stone going hard to the bottom of the sea .. then the deck was washed, so as not to remind him of anything .. they were taken out of the cabins and the other sailors and triage .. those who had done bad against us they followed the captain .. the rest were lined up on the deck and the women let me resume the squirrel ritual .. I jumped on them and from one to another with maximum pleasure .. they were my delicious hazelnuts that I shared with my sisters .. this time it was even clearer, we sisters, we also mastered the ship .. the phalluses of service were our servants .. another solution meant the fate of the captain and between serving ten sisters who are hungry and the bottom of the sea I knew what to choose from cowardice. the sisters had followed my example and squeezed everything out of them .. the sperm spilled on our bodies and this snatched our last orgasms .. we hugged and kissed in total ecstasy, mixing the saliva that marked our kisses and mixing the sperm on bodies ours. The most beautiful part of our trip followed, we had a boat at our disposal and we could choose any holiday destination, maybe a desert island where we could relax and have fun in nature, without being fenced by the railings of a boat. I was eleven sisters, eleven masters and I did what sounded good to me ... and the men listened blindly! we had been at sea for 3 days after the elimination of the villains and there had been no riot, no murmur, nothing ... and there had been two carts in which the sisters had slept in each other's arms and instead of waking up tied or thrown into the sea we were awakened with tender tongues on the clitoris, more and more insistent… I looked confidently at the guy lying on my legs I waited a few seconds and pressed his mouth, then I squeezed his head with my feet .. he was ecstatic that I leave him .. and he didn't move even when my bladder full of wine drunk with the girls on the eve was easily unloaded, controlled in his mouth .. I wanted to teach him to be humble and obedient and to like whatever I give him and for that I didn't have to I miss this moment .. he had to drink me all the more, to feel his pleasure .. and his tongue waited, sucked, licked driving me crazy and rising to orgasm .. but he should not feel any satisfaction, he did not it was just my tool of the moment and I could change it anytime with anyone else, all the sisters had that right. I look around, and other girls offered their drink to the men who listened and licked as well ... what wonderful boys! Just a sign and I do everything we want ... because we know what to ask for and what we offer .. One of the girls sees her get up and tells me that she dreamed that she was giving me tongues and I was sucking her drink .. "Very well, we do it, no one stops us!" I encourage her and she sticks the vulva to my mouth .. presses a little above the clitoris .. then makes circular movements in the area .. and I feel her warm, aromatic liquid from the wine drunk or maybe that's how I feel it now .. it comes with constant pressure .. I take it, I swallow everything and I don't seem to get tired of it, I think it's over for a minute and I keep licking it .. the man on my feet feels my disinterest, that's what I want! and she walks away .. the sister who had delighted me breaks away, reaches her legs and, as she had said it was her dream, she starts giving me tongues on my clitoris and lips so tenderly that my orgasm comes quickly, she feels it and insists..o I guide the next one to come .. and then I leave myself in her hands .. until another sister comes and informs us that from the big mast above she saw the ground in front of us for about an hour .. we must be careful to anchor in a safe place .. we reach a bay and send one of the boys to explore and come as soon as possible to tell us .. go down the stairs in the water and reach the shore easily, then disappear among the trees .. according to the map this island is one from the smallest in the area, we now need to see if there's a Robinson, if we have any surprises, or if we can colonize ourselves. In order not to get bored until the sent guide comes, we put the boys on the deck and start the squirrel dance again .. each sister moves a few times on a phallus, then changes .. we end up having orgasms after orgasms .. we smile satisfied only they seem sad .. as long as we feel like playing they are not allowed to finish .. I get up to change on the next phallus and I see that the sent one returns… ready, we have to finish and they… so I insist on the one I reach and- I make him finish .. the girls and they make rhythmic movements that finish the other boys on the deck .. we end up unloading them too .. at least that's how I feel looking at my sisters. I find out that the island once had life, you can see human footprints there, abandoned hammocks and huts but it seems that no one has been for a while .. the feeling of desolation is felt when you do not hear the birds or the coconuts fall .. here it's us! we can stay free in nature, we can do what we sisters want, we can have many more ideas than the ship offers and we will feel very good .. if it hurts us then to leave we have how to supply the ship with enough fruit and food to reach us to the next island .. We put the boys to tie the ship well to the shore so that no current moves it and we are preparing for a wonderful day in nature .. it will be gorgeous!
